Luckily yesterday was Friday, Karkat was still asleep and curled up like a kitten. After a couple minutes he let out a soft groan, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He got out of his bed and walked to the bathroom, he fixed his hair being careful of his horns. Karkat then looked over at the corner of his sink, seeing a small razorblade.
Tears began welling up in his eyes, remembering that he was forgotten by those who he used to call friends. He then closed the bathroom door and sat on the toilet seat grabbing the razor, removing the bandages from his wrists.
Karkat held the razor blade to his arm and made a quick swipe. Candy red blood seeped from the wound, he then continued to swipe his arm and wrists. As soon as he was done he continued on the opposite arm. Dark blood, seeping through his skin and onto the ground.
He let out small sobs as light clear and red tears fell down his face. He wasn't crying because it hurt, he was crying because he had been forgotten and replaced. Karkat sat up and let the blood drip from his arms and the blade. After a moment he washed off the blood and replaced the bandages. His wounds were still lightly bleeding.
Karkat rolled down his sleeves and cleaned up the mess he had made, even though he lived alone he still wanted to hide what he does. Not that anyone would care, but still.
Karkat walked out of the bathroom, changing his clothes, that looked the same as his old ones. The turtleneck sweater with the cancer symbol and his black pants. He sighed walking into the kitchen, pouring himself cereal and began eating.
All of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
YOU ARE READING
Always with you~
RandomKarkat was sick and tired of living on earth, mainly because of all the things he's been going through like loosing his friends, usually being bullied a lot causing him to do things to himself that wasn't right, at least there was one troll who foun...
